We may hate the English but they are ours to hate. Those lousy French tarts were duffing up our enemies. Nobody does that but US!

RL: I liked France. I liked the way they weren't afraid to allow parents to beat up their kids in public at Disneyland Paris, a sight that welcomed us within 5 minuets of our arrival. I especially liked the chimps tea party that was breakfast each morning in the Hotel... and the Battle-Bus, that is to say the bus that took you to the theme park that you had to kill and or maim (pseudo) people just to get on like Bonn-o-Tron. I also loved the brief glimpses of costume clad Disney employees, those marathon running Disney icons fleeing for their lives as hordes of Euro-Trash and their spoiled little brats ran them down like a pack of wild dogs just to get a photo. I also fondly recall my time in France being the only time I've had to knee a teenage gurl up the arse, lifting her off her feet as we watched a Disneyland Paris parade. Well, she almost knocked my son off my shoulders while she pushed in to get photos. But despite the wonderful impression that the filth ridden bag of crap Disneyland made on me I really liked Paris and it's people. btw, eating your dinner out in the street is what homeless people do.

No idea, I generally just look for a part I need a lot of and then take the cheapest option, and I rarely end up buying from the same store twice (the only one I bought from twice is wichtel from Germany I think). One store could have really cheap minifigs of one kind but still sell others at a high price.